Listen to the contemplative reminder of Master Miluo.

The eight red-robed lamas nodded solemnly.

"Thank you Senior Brother Miluo for reminding me, we will not take the enemy lightly, and we should go all out to eliminate the demon and defend the way. ”

After saying that, they took out their respective weapons one after another.

Eight people are armed with different weapons and different shapes.

They are umbrellas, fish, bottles, lotus, snails, knots, buildings, and wheels.

It is all golden, and it is painted with intricate scriptures.

Figuratively corresponds to the eight great descending magic vessels of Tantra.

In the sunlight, they all shimmer with golden light.

After these eight magic tools appeared at the same time.

It makes people feel that between heaven and earth, there seems to be a brilliant righteousness.

Seeing the opponent's weapon in his eyes, Lin Yu sneered, his face full of mockery.

"Tantric Eight Heavenly Dragons, Eight Great Dharma Weapons, Vajra Demon Subduing Demons? Hehe, let someone Lin come to understand it today, what qualifications do you eight people have to be called Eight Heavenly Dragons, Vajra of Demon Subduing Demons. ”

An arrogant sneer, revealing a faint disdain.

On the other side of him, the eight lamas did not respond.

I saw that they quickly stood in their positions and formed the Vajra Demon Array.

Each echoes each other, and there is great mystery.

But at this time, Lin Yu, who was waiting around for a week, sneered proudly.

The flickering sword light reflected the indifferent face.

On the blade, wisps of ferocious and murderous aura were forced.

The revived demon knife exudes an eerie ominousness.

It feels like it's come to life.

Demonic is also a kind of spirituality.

Man, the devil is the world.

Knives, bewitching and wicked.

The two are combined into one, and the momentum is difficult to match.

The eight lamas around him, with solemn faces, chanted scriptures in their mouths.

The Sanskrit sound reverberates, and the solemn atmosphere of Buddhism gradually spreads around.

It's like building a cage and trapping the knife-wielding Lin Yu in it.

Buddha is great, but he can't suppress the ferocity.

The surging demonic murderous aura is entangled with each other.

In terms of momentum, he didn't lose half a point.

In the strangeness, there is a little more arrogance and coldness, and it adds a bit of unstoppable sharpness.

"Die!"

Lin Yu let out a low cry in his mouth, and the sword light flashed in his hand.

The sharp and incomparable sword qi skyrocketed in an instant.

The demon knife of revenge carries the power from hell.

The bright sword light was mixed with a ray of red light.

Like, the curse of death.

The strong smell of blood spread rapidly in all directions.

When the knife comes out, the soul of the person is broken.

The snow is as bright as a match-like sword light, which is really amazing-beautiful.

It seems to be a glimpse, and it is like a moment when a white horse passes through a gap.

The brilliance of the moment makes everything dim.

Hiss......

The sound of knife gas is endless.

Gang Jin is released, and the knife gas is condensed like substance.

The surging sword light was like an extension of the demon knife.

Where they plundered, their souls were ruined.

Bite......

The crisp sound of impact sounded one after another.

The sound was so fast that it seemed to come out at the same time.

Even if you look closely, you can't hear which sound comes first and which voice comes later.

Eight different crisp sounds, combined into a beautiful movement.

It's a pity that in the reverberation of the clear sound, the aura of slaughter is also boundless.

The gurgling and melodious voice can't hide the majestic power of the world in all directions.

With a slash, the eight lamas around joined forces to block a blow.

The encirclement they formed spread out a little like a rubber band that had been stretched out.

Immediately, it was tightened again.

The power of the devil is raging and unstoppable.

Foli is mellow and endless.

All of a sudden.

The two sides have formed a stalemate.

Vajra subdued the demon array, unable to shrink.

Lin Yu held a knife, and it was difficult to break through.

It seems to be evenly divided, and it is evenly matched.

In fact, Lin Yu was already in a disadvantageous situation.

has been able to survive until now, with the stimulation of drugs, the blessing of the demon knife, and his own indomitable willpower.

Burning the remnants of life, it can explode with a moment of brilliance.

But it is categorical and difficult to sustain for a long time.

One knife was inactive, and then, another knife flashed.

The sound of crashing continued.

Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate.

The rhythmic sound makes for a beautiful movement.

The hissing sound of the knife was swallowed, and the tiger roared.

A faint Buddha power flows in it.

Suddenly, the sword light dissipated.

The sound came to an abrupt end.

A wisp of blood, splashing in the air.

Lin Yu's wrist flipped, and the demon knife dragged to the ground.

Blood stained on the blade, slowly dripping.

The eight lamas around him, their chest-front red robes were torn and a cut was cut.

Blood, slowly oozing out of the wound.

The vast Buddha power is difficult to kill after all.

The faces of the eight lamas became more and more solemn, and the Sanskrit chanting in their mouths also stopped.

Hum, well, well, horn, mic, hum......

Another, more powerful Sanskrit sound, gradually became louder.

At the top of the mountain, it seems to have become a Buddhist hall.

The tantric six-character mantra slowly rises in the breeze.

The ethereal and magnificent Sanskrit singing sound seems to come from the sky.

Suddenly, the eyes of the eight lamas shone brightly.

The treasures are solemn, and their eyes exude the wrath of the demons.

Moments later, there was a deafening roar.

The Sanskrit chanting became louder and louder, and there was a solemnity all around.

The sound of the mantra resonates with heaven and earth.

The air trembled, and the earth seemed to tremble.

It's like standing in front of the temple's morning bell and listening to the sound of the bell ringing violently.

The sound shook people's whole body.

From the inside out, washed by the sound of morning bells and dusk drums.

A series of syllables were chanted from the mouths of the eight lamas.

It sounds like tens of thousands of monks sitting cross-legged around them, chanting Buddhist scriptures together.

Even the demon knife trembled and trembled.

Gradually, with the vibration of the syllables, Lin Yu's skin was also trembling slightly.

The murderous aura condensed in the body actually showed a bit of dissipation.

The loud and strong sound produces a wonderful resonance.

Lin Yu in the middle felt a little depressed in his heart.

But at the same time, it's also a bit enjoyable.

The roar and vibration caused the blood to congage at the wound and accelerate its flow.

The mind seems to be much clearer, the breathing is smooth, and the ears and eyes are light.

It seems that the dark wounds in the body have signs of healing.

But instead of a little joy, Lin Yu's face showed an incomparably solemn look.

Because, the accumulated power and murderous aura are also constantly dissolving.

This is the danger of the tantric mantra, like a gentle breeze and a drizzle, unwittingly breaking the will of the enemy.

Use Buddhism to transform the mighty demons.

Mellow and delicate, endless.

Like a spider predator, the spider silk is first interwoven into a large web.

The prey is trapped in a web, and then the spider silk is entwined and entangled.

Gradually, the restraints became more and more numerous and heavier.

Until the prey is unable to struggle, it can only be slaughtered.

Today's Lin Yu has this strange feeling.

As if he was in a swamp, the air around him stopped flowing, restraining his hands and feet.

The killing intent in my heart gradually faded away like ice melting and snow melting.

The light in his eyes was no longer sharp, and he became a little sluggish.

The long knife trembled slightly, and the demonic aura also faded by three points.

And the eight lamas around him, chanting non-stop.

Under the illumination of the sun, the face reflects the luster of holiness and peace, and the indescribable solemnity is solemn.

While chanting, they slowly circled around Lin Yu.

Form a circle and rotate without stopping.

The encirclement, unconsciously, tightened more and more.

Suddenly, all the voices converged into one.

It was as if a thunderclap sounded in the clear sky.

Lin Yu's body couldn't help but tremble.

On his face, a look of pain appeared.

At this time, the demon knife, which had been suppressed, trembled violently.

On the body of the knife, which was as bright as a mirror, there was a wisp of red blood circulating.

The strange and unpredictable red rays are bright and uncertain.

The strange aura became stronger and stronger.

The surrounding lamas felt the coldness to the bones at the same time.

Under the persecution of the Buddha's voice and Sanskrit, the demon knife's aura did not seem to weaken, but instead inspired an unprecedentedly powerful killing intent.

Master Miluo, who was watching the battle next to him, his face changed and he was anxious.

He let out a deep sigh in his mouth: "Dharma difficulty, Vajra Protector!"

Before the words fell, the Sanskrit sound changed suddenly.

It's still so majestic.

But there is less peace in the solemnity and more solemnity.

A deep wheezing sound loomed in the sound of the Buddha.

At this moment, Lin Yu was from head to toe, as if he was about to explode.

The drumming killing intent filled every vein, spilling out of the body through the hairs.

The originally suppressed anger was instantly restored, even better than before.

Completely red eyes, with a terrifying coldness like blood.

"Heh......"

"Hehehe......"

Wild laughter rose to the sky.

"Ah...... Hahahaha......"